Healing Hands

"Don't." She whispers. He walks closer making her cower into the wall. She whimpers loudly showing vulnerability in her actions. He steps into her personal space trapping her between the wall and his body. Invading all her senses.
"You can't let this determine your course of life." He whispers.
"Why do you fucking care !?" She screams in rage. She pushes against his chest. HARD. He doesn't move an inch. She thrashes around screaming hysterically. He wanted her to yell to scream to cry to let it all out. He pins her to the wall getting impossibly close. A deep shudder goes through her body. She finally breaks. Having not cried since their death tears stream down her face in an endless waterfall. He catches her lowering her to the ground and into his lap. He holds her tightly to himself as she lets go whispering sweet nothings into her ear.